An age of the world ago, when the first human settlers came to these shores, the people joined into clans, and these clans soon began to form alliances to appear a more formidable force. These alliances were called Earldoms and most of the names of our towns and villages today can be traced back to these first Earldoms or the Earls that led them. The Earls fought against the elves, against the dwarves, and among each other for one thing or another… Much is left unclear about that part of our past… but there were some of them which proved exceptional, in terms of their skill in battle or their thirst for land and power.  One such was Earl Klarc of Cloy. The earldom stretched between the river Mirr and Willow Creek and went as far north as men dared venture.
Earl Klarc had two sons, twins. On the day that they came of age he instructed them to go to new lands and reach glory in their own name by starting a province in the south to establish a strong guarded route all the way to the sea.
  Legend has it.. that the brothers Erren and Nurm set out from Cloy in a single boat, set on a common goal. Though they hadn’t been told on which bank of the Mirr they were to make their new settlements. Erren insised that father had told them to go east, while Nurm was convinced that he had said west. Their arguement erupted into a fight on the boat, and Erren tossed Nurm into the cold waters of the Mirr, and sailed the boat to the east bank of the river alone, while Nurm swam defeated to the western shore. The brothers were set on the same goal though; To make a new trade center in the south.
  Erren had rallied men by his side and together they built a village worthy of his father’s name, while Nurm opted a new way to trade with the sea. He founded his village near the open ocean and began the foundations of what would become a lucrative relationship with the ancient elves of Vaelmirk… then called Vael, and his own settlement. As the brothers saught their destinies, their father, Earl Klarc of Cloy had been usurped and murdered by a rival, and the dispute had never been settled as to which brother was right in his ways… The brothers continued building their Earldoms, not to be bested by the other. They conquered more lands and built up their fortifications until nearly all known land was under their rule. Erren and Nurm had so created the first kingdoms, Vael-ayen and Vael-ehs respectively. The east world, and the west world in their language. The grudge that was made on that boat that sailed down the Mirr had never left their minds and the two new kings never spoke to each other again. They did their best to out perform each other.
   King Erren had drifted wood down the Mirr to form a fleet of ships that could travel the known seas in search of trade and so the eastern kingdom, Vael-ayen had gained abundant riches and wealth. Their power was in commerce and the walls of its capital were built thick and tall to protect all within.
   King Nurm had set his focus elsewhere and started making strong ties with the elves in Vaelmirk. This in term brought great knowledge to Vael-ehs. Knowledge of magic, that Nurm had started to pursue. He saw more value in magic than gold, and there lied the power of his kingdom with its capital built tall against the sky on the cliffs. This much remained true in Vaelun, even as years passed, and new generations started taking place of the old. The names of Erren and Nurn passed into history and history passed into legend, and the kingdoms of Vael-ayen and Vael-ehs, though divided, grew and prospered under new kings. That is until one crucial moment that flung our world into war and chaos.

It has become tradition for the rivalry between the east and west kingdom to be played out on a tournament field, where knights from all parts of the world would come to prove their worth. And under the rule of king Norick the third, this tournament took place in the capitol of Vael-ayen, today’s Fredericksburg. The king’s only son, prince Rorik, who had by then been a skilled knight and mighty warrior and had led many a battles to victory had decided to enter the tournament to prove his worth to his father. And fate had it, he was killed in the joust. He was unhorsed by a knight from Vael-ehs, a descendent of king Nurm himself. And though all pointed to it being an accident, king Norick had in a fit of rage and grief declared war on Vael-ehs, and called his son’s death a murder and an attempt to waver the royal bloodline.
In the months that followed, Vael-ehs had lost much of its lands to the forces of king Norick. The loss of life was great on both sides, though the eastern tide had swept through the lands of Vael-ehs mercilessly, killing all in its wake. In an act of final retaliation, the warlocks of Vael-ehs, practicing dark magic, have cursed the fallen prince Rorik to neverending damnation, sealing his soul in eternal suffering, to pay for the lives and suffering of their people. The rest as they say is history… the western kingdom fell, and Vael-ayen now spread from the eastern to the western coast. King Norick never fathered a new offspring, and the line of descendents of Erren had been broken. The throne went to a new king, chosen by the nobles, King Arnold the first.. whose descendent, Frederick the builder, will have finally connected the two kingdoms with the bridges that prove invaluable today in the time of king Frederick the third. The location of prince Rorik’s tomb however, has been lost to history.